MCU One Shots

Spider-Man (Part 2)

Spider-Man's POV: I wake up with a startle and look around, trying to figure out my location. Last thing I remember was when I was patrolling, I was actually about to go meet my 'Guy in the Chair' for the first time, reveal my identity to him, which is weird because I don't even know my name, or anything about me. I'm hoping that maybe showing someone my face could help, maybe I could find out who I am, if I have any family, friends, a job, a school, anything. Most importantly, my name. I don't even know my goddamn name. All I know is that I'm Spider-Man. I get a smell of the drift of blood in the air, and I look around, wondering if it's my own. I feel pain in my leg, yet it's steadily getting better. Before I find the blood, I hear a voice start speaking.

"Peter? This you?" A kid, looking no older than I am, a little shorter, says, standing next to someone who appears to be a doctor.

"Who's Peter?" I start with trying to figure this out. "My senses warned me of blood, maybe some danger." I say, yet more questions appear in my mind. "Why am I in a hospital bed? Wait a second. Ned? My man in the chair? What are you doing here?" I ask, my brain finally able to know where I've heard his voice from. He told me his name a couple weeks ago, it was easier than calling him 'Guy in the Chair' every time I go patrolling.

"Who are you? What's your name?" The boy, no, Ned, asks, looking like he was trying to figure out some shit.

"I-i don't remember? All I remember is Spider-Man. That's all I have. I don't even remember my name!" I end with a shout, everything just being way too confusing, the pain in my leg still there, and just everything being overwhelming.

"Okay, so you're Spider-Man?" He asks, with a reassuring voice.

Calming down a bit, I reply with. "Yes. I am Spider-Man."

30 minutes later

Three words. I have three words for this whole situation.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Pardon my language, but what the absolute McFuck™?!?!?! This explains some things, as to why I don't know my name, or anything about me, but that doesn't make it any less confusing. I mean I've always been a bit confused, as to when I wake up in random places, healed faster than I should, even with my healing, or when I see the news reporters saying that Spider-Man hasn't been sighted for weeks, when I remember going the day before.

Frankly, the whole thing is terrifying. I'm not the only person in my body. Like trying to grasp that thought, it's freaking scary. I don't even know how many identities are inside of me. According to the freaking AI installed in the walls, some people have up to 100 alters. ONE HUNDRED!!! HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK!?!?!? Think about that. One hundred different identities in one body. Another thing, is how did nobody notice? You would think that somebody would know. I mean my other identity, the only one I know of at least is the adopted son of Tony Stark. Best friends with the God of Mischief. The freaking Avengers are his family.

What's even more weird is that I've met the Avengers. During patrol. Their boss wanted my identity, and if not they said we would have to fight or something. And I'm not insane, fighting the Avengers is a losing battle. A man in an over powered tin suit, two people with super soldier serum, two Shield agents, a robot with an infinity stone, a person who has powers from an infinity stone, a person in a suit of a Falcon and can fly, I mean it just goes on and on. I wouldn't stand a chance. I simply let them take me into the big dude, some guy with an eye patch, I nicknamed him the One Eyed Wonder, or the Eye Patched Man With A Plan, Mad Guy Moody, man I could go on forever. (A/N Queues up Flashbackyish music) I told him the truth, I mean he's the head of one of the most powerful organizations in the world, I'm not going to lie to him when he has the Avengers at his disposal. Anyway I came clean, told him what I knew, and now he's my sole emergency number on my phone. I started training with him and a couple of his best agents, yet I never revealed my identity to them, or my face at least, not wanting to have to answer those questions again.